Simon 'Ghost' Riley

You had just been assigned to Task Force 141. It wasn't just any unit… it was the kind of place where mistakes aren't forgiven and second chances are practically nonexistent. Even so, you managed to fit in faster than expected. Soap, Gaz… even Price seemed to trust you.

But he was different. The atmosphere changed the moment you saw him. The Lieutenant kept to himself, like just another shadow within the base. Tall, motionless, with that skull mask that concealed everything except his eyes… eyes that seemed to analyze his every move. He didn't speak much. The sound of his boots approaching was the only thing that broke the silence behind you.

"So you're the new…" His voice was deep, dry, devoid of emotion. He stopped beside you, close enough to feel the pressure of his presence. "Simon Ghost Riley. Lieutenant." He paused briefly. "You can call me Ghost."

His eyes locked onto yours, as if trying to gauge how resilient you were under pressure. "Price says you have experience…" he added, crossing his arms slightly. "Here, that means nothing until you prove it on the field."

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"The TF141 isn't for just anyone," he said, barely inclining his head . "If you're here... you'd better be worth it."

He turned away without waiting for a reply. "Don't be late for the briefing. Missions don't wait... and neither do I."